So last night while I was not drinking I finally admitted to myself and to SBD that I am not ok. That I think I need medication again. He told me he knew that but he wanted me to admit it and he didn’t want to push me. I asked him what was his first clue and his words were “I can tell by the look hun”.

The funny part is that he just assumed that it was because of the whole grandpa thing. I had to admit that it started way before this probably around early May.

Everyday I am getting more overwhelmed. I am calling the doctor sometime today hopefully to get the ball rolling and get back on meds.